Interrupted, Hou Yifan lazily raised his eyes and said impatiently:

"What are you doing? Don't you know we're in a meeting?"

The subordinate was flustered and overwhelmed, too panicked to speak for a moment.

All eyes were on him.

Only when Hou Yifan's murderous expression hit him did he stammer, "The main city, down below the main city, a lot of people have come!"

Jiulong chuckled, "I thought it was something serious. Those are the men I brought. Your boss knows them."

Upon hearing this, the man, panting heavily, shook his head repeatedly and said, "No, no, it's another group!"

Hou Yifan frowned and said coldly, "Speak clearly, or I won't hesitate to make you lose it."

The subordinate immediately dared not say anything more and honestly reported: "A group of people came downstairs, about a hundred or so! They started fighting with Brother Long's men without saying a word, and now they have subdued them all. They asked me to come up and tell them that they want our people."

"VIP?"

Hou Yifan asked doubtfully, his gaze sweeping over Xiong Ajiao and the other two, and he snorted coldly, "I didn't expect you to know so many people. You think having a lot of people can scare me?"

The subordinate quickly added, "Boss, they don't seem like ordinary homeless people. Why don't you go down and take a look?"

Fearing that his men would be wiped out, Jiulong chimed in, "Old Hou, go down and take a look. Quickly send them away so as not to alert the higher-ups."

Hou Yifan nodded, then cast a warning glance at Xiong Ajiao and the other two, "Let me see what kind of help you bunch of good-for-nothings can find. If you dare to spout nonsense later, I'll show you what it means to wish you were dead!"

Then, he led everyone downstairs.

Outside the iron fence surrounding the main city, a large group of people had gathered, their numbers numerous and their demeanor menacing. They formed a massive force of a hundred men, almost all of them burly, strong men.

These burly men gripped sharp machetes tightly in their hands, the blades flashing as if they could tear the air apart. They wore traditional Chinese martial arts uniforms, their flowing robes adding to their imposing and domineering presence.

These people exuded a strong murderous aura in their eyes, which was far beyond what ordinary people could match.

In front of this group of burly men, several of Jiulong's thugs had already been easily subdued.

Jiulong's men were pressed against the iron railings surrounding the main city of Plum Blossom, their faces contorted in pain as they struggled.

This scene, while maintaining a serious atmosphere, exudes a touch of humor, making one smile involuntarily.

Of course, a large crowd of onlookers also gathered around.

While trying to figure out what was going on, everyone was also watching the show.

"What's going on? Who's fighting with whom?"

"How dare someone cause trouble at the gates of Plum Blossom City? Why aren't these guards doing anything about it?"

"Do you dare to interfere? These guys are obviously trained fighters. Brother Stick only has a few dozen men, how can he control them?"

"what is going on?"

"Breaking news, I heard from the people up ahead that these guys are here to take people away."

"They need people? Do we have their people here?"

"It seems to be that pervert Hou Yifan. He and Jiulong from Red Peach City kidnapped someone."

"Hou Yifan isn't stupid. Would he dare to mess with someone who has such a team?"

"So whose force is this? How come I've never seen it before?"

"Perhaps it's some long-hidden grassroots organization?"

"Could it be that Hou Yifan is lusting after Jiulong's good looks, and these people are Jiulong's male model group?"

"Is there a beautiful woman in Jiulong?"

"..."

For a time, opinions varied widely.

Around Meihua's main city, more and more people gathered, and it became increasingly noisy.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the hundred burly men stood there quietly, their hands behind their backs and their backs ramrod straight.

This was actually one of the instructions that Chuanliu had given to Wu Fangming beforehand.

—Make a phone call to call for more people.

"They have more people, so we have more people than them."

"The bigger the commotion, the better."

Wu Fangming contacted his family as soon as he set off.

The hundred people in front of me belong to the "10 of Spades" faction, and are also part of Wu Fangming's strength.

The reason why the onlookers did not recognize him was simply because Wu Fangming rarely brought people out with him.

He was so reclusive that many people almost forgot about "10 of Spades".

Hou Yifan led his men out of the building and witnessed this breathtaking scene.

Seeing his men lose face like this, Jiulong was immediately embarrassed.

He looked at Stick Brother, who had inherited the "Plum Blossom 3" position and had a guard team, and said unhappily, "How did you defend the city! They've already reached the gate, aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Gun'er originally wanted to intervene, but when so many people suddenly rushed up and swiftly subdued Jiulong's men, he immediately had the thought of backing down.

Concerned about saving face, he stubbornly retorted, "They didn't enter the city, did they? If they didn't enter the fenced area, it's not my responsibility."

As he spoke, he glanced at the massive procession outside and swallowed hard, still feeling a lingering fear.

At this moment, Hou Yifan's voice rang out: "Gun, bring your men, I want to talk to them."

When "Plum Blossom 9" spoke, Stick Brother dared not disobey. He called over all his underlings and had them protect him and Hou Yifan as they walked forward.

Jiulong, Wu Fangming, and the other two followed behind.

Hou Yifan stood five meters in front of the iron railing, not daring to take another step forward, but still with an arrogant expression, and asked, "What brings you all to my Plum Blossom City?"

"VIP."

The leader glanced at Wu Fangming, who was being escorted over, and a strange look flashed across his face.

How could these three clueless newbies manage to drag their husbands out like that?

The gentleman could easily overturn them with a single finger.

Could it be that you are doing some kind of role-playing, sir?

The leader was still muttering to himself when Hou Yifan interrupted his gaze.

Hou Yifan, using his carefully crafted image of a refined scholar that he had disguised himself for countless times, softened his tone but threatened, "Why can't we resolve this privately? Why make such a big fuss? You've hurt people, and that won't be good for you in the future."

The leader wasn't buying it. Instead, he pointed to the three people behind Hou Yifan and said, "Let them go."

Hou Yifan felt like he had been slapped in the face, clearly not expecting that the former would not listen to him at all.

He lowered his voice, "I can't let these three people go, but I know it would be hard for you to explain to your boss. Since you've come all this way, I won't let you come for nothing. I'll make sure everything is arranged perfectly."

As he spoke, he reached through the railing and grasped the hand of the leader.

A debit card remained in the latter's possession.